Duct Tape Blues

Went to Indiana today. As we drove around I remembered many of the places of my mis-spent youth. Mis-spent youth? Why do people say that? I loved almost every day of my youth. I didn't give a damn about much of anything and I thought I would live forever. I measured 5'8" but I walked around like I was 6' tall. I drank with some hard people, protested injustices, swore with gandy dancers, pissed on the Hancock building and played steel worker games. I would best describe that time period as senseless, studious,violent at times, confused, hard working, funny, tipsy, angry, mad, competitive, drunk, and anxious. It makes my head spin thinking about it. When I am in certain areas of Indiana I often have these varous feelings overcome me, It feels like someone dropped a blanket on me and these old feelings smother out all other emotions. The feelings are familiar and comfortable, like a pair of well worn sweater. Is it melancholy? Who knows, but it is just a part of who I was and who I am today.